YOU CAN LIE BUT I KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOT FINE | PRIVATE

[Margaery]

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Margaery was surprised that he even opened the door. She had half expected him to dismiss her or worse, pretend as if he wasn't home, avoiding her as he had so diligently done these past few days. For a moment her hard expression softened, desperation dancing so clearly upon her features. She missed him. Missed being able to look at him and know that he didn't hate her. Missed the strange sense of family that his mere presence provided her. But she wasn't a fool, she knew that he didn't miss her, that if she dropped dead right before his eyes, he probably wouldn't even flinch.

But then he began to speak to her and that softness disappeared, consumed once more by her own white-hot anger. Not at him though. No, this was her fault... if she had just been better, done better, another child of hers wouldn't have been so easily lost. [color=#b14767]"Two things. I'm going to start with the one that'll anger you the least even though I know that anything that comes out of my mouth somehow has the capacity to fucking make you hate me," She paused, inhaling a deep breath to steady herself. The monster tugged incessantly at her, practically begging to be unleashed so that it could protect the fragile side of Margaery. She refused it. [color=#b14767]"I want to train Hazel defensively. I need her to be able to stand up for herself... I need her to be able to protect herself from.. from..." You.

Initially, the enemy had been Tanglewood, not Bastilleprisoner. Her mind somehow betrayed her, convinced her that perhaps he was the danger here. She was almost inclined to believe that. Almost. [color=#b14767]"The second thing, well you won't like the second thing because I am here to mother you. I don't know what the fuck I did to you to make you hate me but I'm tired of you behaving like a child and pushing us all away. I can understand Suite and I because you're some sort of edgy teen who could give less than two fucks about authority but really... Hazel? I thought you to be better than that, Bastilleprisoner."

There was another moment's hesitation before she sighed, her rage quelling slightly. [color=#b14767]"I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you hate me, really I am. I don't know what I have to do to exactly prove that to you because part of me is convinced that this is a forever type of thing. Only a few days ago, everything was alright and then I speak a few phrases of Latin because god forbid I grew up speaking the language and you freak out!"

"Shun me all you want but leave my wife and Hazel out of it. I thought you were better than this."